He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her closer to him until her groin area reached his. He threw the sponge back into the water and rubbed heathers back and shoulders gently and then moved her hair to one side. He tugged her long hair with one hand and grabbed her waist with the other moaning in ecstasy. Triston rubbed her ass cheek with one hand while he worked the head of his cock into her luscious ass with the other hand. He grabbed a sponge from the wire rack and got it soaked with bubble water. Heather refrained from even speaking at this point in fear that HE would do something stupid. “sit down on the toilet seat while I make you up a bath ok.” Triston leaned to the bathtub and turned the water on and poured a little bubble beads in to offer it a welcoming look. Heather feeling defeated by her experience last night shed a tear of dismay.
